Fashion Week...Blue Eyes Meet Green and Turn a Socialite Purple with Rage!

Hello Holiday doers! Why not take a short break and read part 2 of "A Tale from Eve's Garden"?

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A Tale from Eve’s Garden
By Nan D. Arnold
Part 2

Fashion Week, NYC…

Ah, the glitz and frenzy of Fashion Week. Along with the changing leaves on the trees, came design changes for the well-dressed worldly wise woman.

In September of 2010, New York Fashion Week relocated to Lincoln Center, known by most as the home to the Metropolitan Opera house and American Ballet Theatre. Sue and other fashionistas were dazzled by the red carpet treatment and transformation of the events when they moved from tent to temple.

Sue and her tricked out pals were treated to front row seats for late breaking fashion news, rumors and gossip. And a jaundiced eyeful of rockin’ fashion, special events and major fashion shows.

Sue was sucked further into the fury by chum, Art McCoy. They had grown up together in the back country of Greenwich, CT. They knew each other well, probably two well.

“Heartless Art” she called her bisexual pal, dreadfully deceitful when called upon and dreadfully handsome. Good at opening more of those all important social doors, too.

Back in darkened rooms a litter of ill-gotten prescription drugs alluded to another less glamorous side. Art was a functioning addict with serious health problems. Fortunately, he, too, had money and resources to manage his Hotel California-style afflictions. Who cared. It was Fashion Week!

“So much drama and farce,” Sue lamented as Art flitted about at Mulberry’s after party. Sue’s silent table mate, a half empty crystal flute of Dom Perignon, was disappointing. Vintage 1921 you’re not. Unlike the two bottles recently auctioned at Christie’s for over $8,000. But you’ll do for now.

And then, everything changed when he walked in.

He was the type to turn heads, jaded and otherwise, including Sue’s. “OMG. My head is playing Broadway tunes,” Sue giggled. “I’m singing them, too.”

Socialite Marley Plaster, standing nearby, shot Sue a glare of disapproval and quickly looked away, in the direction of Mr. Head Turner.

Sue considered firing back with an unlady like gesture, but thought better of it. Enough! Time to leave. She’d never catch his eye, probably gay as Art besides. Sue stood up, way too fast.

Wavering on her Jimmy Choo’s, she began to fall forward when a strong grip on her arm pulled her back from the brink of severe humiliation. “Hello, I’m Jake Will,” he smiled, still gripping her arm. “It’s my experience stilettos and robust consumption of champagne don’t mix. You okay?”

“Of course, “Sue snapped, a defensive act to protect herself from anticipated rejection.

“Good” Jake stared directly into her eyes, but didn’t loosen his grip. “Green as gimlet.”

His words teased her earlobes. Her lips parted to invite a more intimate introduction but instead, she snickered. “Contacts.” Meanwhile, his baby blues gripped her tighter than his fingers, his warm, strong fingers.

Carelessly, she reached around his neck and ran her fingers through his dark sand color hair. His features were a symphony, his skin flawless and tan. The personification of summertime fun like sex on a sandy beach.

“You need fresh air.” Jake broke her reverie, nudging her toward a side door, and then outside onto the busy street.

Hmmmm. Another sensation sliced through her inebriation as the two tangoed forward, all the while maintaining a copulatory gaze fest. Several sensations, all welcome as old friends reunited after a long journey…

Marley Winthrop watched in disbelief as Sue and Jake danced out

Outside, night air temporarily worked its magic and Sue hesitated. “Wait. I don’t know you.”

“Excellent!” A familiar voice rang out from behind. Art burst out of the building with two male models. “I see you two have met.” Art scolded Sue, “Your purse, darling. Never leave Prada behind.”

“Thanks,” Sue said.

“No bother. I’ve been trying to get you two together for months. Frankly, I wanted Jake for myself, but,” he made a dramatic shoulder shrug and winked at his companions, “life doesn’t always work that way. Later.” The three men walked away on their own journey.


Watch for Part 3 in January of 2010. Happy Holidays!

Sue spirals downward when a cupid straight from rehab steps in.